(Chapter originally created by PhoenixStriker)
"I'll...um...I'll help you out, Ashley. Whatever you need." You said, barely managing to finish your sentence before Ashley squealed with excitement.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, the redhead lunged for you, swooping you up into her clenched fist before you could even blink. She gripped you obliviously tight, while she smiled happily down at you.
"Oh, Matt! You're the best, cutie!" She gushed. "With you, I'll totally buy the stuff that looks best on me! We'll be, like, the perfect team!"
Jenna laughed, though the glint in her eye made it clear that what was really amusing her was the various ways Ashley was about to, quite possibly, ruin your day. "Well, you two have fun. I'll be out here shopping around if you need me."
Ashley gave Jenna a thumbs-up. She then bounded off to the changing rooms with her tote of clothes, a full smile on her pretty face. Jenna watched the two of you leave, before snickering to herself and wandering off.
Upon reaching the changing rooms, Ashley found that all of them were currently empty, so she left herself into the stall in the far corner. As she entered the stall and closed and locked the door behind herself you were able to see the room.
It was, disconcertingly, quite small. Against the back wall of the stall was a bench with just enough space for a girl as blessed in the curves department as Ashley to sit. Against the right wall were a few hooks for hanging clothes. Against the left wall was a chest-height shelf. It's construction suggested to you that it was actually for tinies, likely mothers or girlfriends using the stall with their children or significant other. Glued to the back of the door to the stall was a full-body mirror.
Ashley dropped her tote onto the floor, then let you hop off of her palm onto the chest-height platform. She spared you another quick smile, which you tried your best to return. However, your smile froze and soon morphed into panicked concern as the redhead began casually stripping out of her clothes. You could do nothing but stare as Ashley peeled off her blue blouse and wiggled out of her miniskirt. She let her clothes fall onto the floor beside the tote.
Before she could remove her underwear, Ashley caught your worried, stricken look. She frowned in an adorable manner.
"What's the matter, Matt?" She asked, briefly giggling at how similar 'matter' and 'Matt' sounded. She winked coyly at you. "What'cha think we were gonna do in here, cutie? Like, how can I change into my super-duper cute new clothes without, ya know, taking these old ones off?"
Ashley's reasoning, of course, made sense. Obviously she'd have to strip in order to model her new potential purchases. You just hadn't expected her to be so casual about it. And given Ashley's heavenly blessed proportions, it was truly impossible to ever be prepared to see her strip, no matter how many times you saw her do it.
As if reading your mind, Ashley grinned. "I mean, we've each totally seen each other naked hundreds of times, Matt. It doesn't bother me anymore." A faint blush dappled her freckled cheeks. "Though, seeing you get all hot and bothered is totally flattering, cutie!"
You burned beet red at Ashley's teasing, prompting another giggle from the titanic redhead. Again, her reasoning was valid. Through circumstances almost always outside of your control, you'd had almost as much experience around a nude Ashley then your own girlfriend (and perhaps maybe even more experience). You could practically sketch the redhead's every pore and beauty mark from memory from the time you'd spent squished up-close-and-personal with her.
So, you could do nothing but stand silently trying not to ogle as Ashley shimmied out of her thong and bra. Her breasts jostled upon being freed, and the redhead let out a cute groan as she stretched her nubile body. However, it became clear that she'd already misjudged the size of the changing stall as she banged her hand against one of the walls. Wincing, she bent over in pain, only to thrust her bubble butt against the door.
Flush with embarrassment at her clumsy antics, Ashley overcompensated by taking three steps forward away from the door...and you only had a second to gape as your vision was filled by a gargantuan pale mound of flesh rushing towards you.
Your body crushed instantly against the soft pink nipple of Ashley's left breast. Her entire boob crashed into the chest-height shelf, and you were obliterated in an instant, folding backwards from the pressure and being buried entirely by her breast flesh. Thankfully, as Ashley steadied herself and the mountain of soft, jiggly flesh retreated, you were left crumpled on the shelf, and not glued to her tit.
Ashley jerked herself back from the shelf with a wince. "Ah, geez. This space is really tight, huh?" She looked at you, noticed you were squished, and earnestly wondered how that could've happened. Shrugging, you bent down to dig around in her tote for something to try on first.
Reforming, you flopped yourself over to the edge of the shelf, only to take horrified note that the cavernous abyss of Ashley's asscrack was directly below you due to how she was bent over. Almost overcome with flashbacks of days (and once, weeks) spent rotting away between those gelatinous globes of sweat and stench, you backpedaled from the edge and dusted yourself off.
While you did that, Ashley grinned as she retrieved a satin, frilly bra from her bag. Standing up to her full height, she held the bra in front of herself. It looked like it would be a tight fit, but the design and coloring was just too cute to ignore. Tentatively positioning the bra cups in front of her prodigious chest, she pulled the left strap taut, then tucked it behind her back.
You were caught off guard as Ashley dexterously maneuvered the bra strap behind herself and towards the shelf you were standing on. Not really sure what she wanted from you, you grabbed onto the elastic strap.
Ashley grunted with exertion. "Got it, Matt? Hold tight, cause this'll really help me out, like, a bunch!"
Without elaborating further, Ashley let go of the strap, and all hell broke loose.
As anyone with a brain (so, you mused, Ashley excluded) might assume, a tiny like yourself couldn't hold a full-size bra strap. As such, the strap snapped back the second the redhead let go. Unfortunately, as you yourself were still holding on, that meant you were whipped from your post with a terrified scream, and sent careening.
The bra strap swung in an arc around Ashley's back and towards her front, finally colliding with her breasts with a resounding 'SLAP' noise. Ashley recoiled from a brief flash of pain, though more from surprise. That simple act caused her breasts to heave upwards as she jumped, then quiver as she settled. Normally, not a cause for concern from someone as ample in the chest department as Ashley. However, it was particularly noteworthy for you.
That was because the bra strap roller-coaster ride had ended up with you yourself being slapped into her right breast, impacting against her squishy flesh right above her nipple. Your face was crushed into her soft, warm, pale skin like the world's most sudden and painful hug.
By some miraculous stroke of luck, Ashley actually spotted you. It was probably because she was looking at where she'd been whipped by the bra strap purely out of reflex, but at least it allowed her to see you. Upon spotting you, the redhead laughed and gently clicked her tongue.
"Oh, Matt. I said 'hold tight'." She giggled. "You're even more clueless than me sometimes." Still laughing, she used her fingernail to scrape you free and then put you back on the shelf.
However, you were still crushed flat, and as she turned around to use the mirror to assist her, the gust of wind created from her movement was just enough to whisk you off the shelf. You floated helplessly before finally settling on the bench far down below. Ashley, as usual, remained oblivious, though she did manage to finally secure the bra.
Pumping her fist with excitement, Ashley pulled a matching satin pair of panties from her tote, then wiggled them up her thick thighs, wide hips, and hughmongus booty. Meanwhile, you fought valiantly to reform, as your vantage of staring up at Ashley made it clear she still hadn't noticed you, and would be sitting soon.
Sure enough, no sooner had you popped back into shape then the redhead turned and unceremoniously plopped her booty onto the bench. With a cry, you leapt to safety, barely clearly the landing and missing being a stain under Ashley's rear by a centimeter.
Ironically, only then did Ashley glance down and see you. She grinned.
"Do I look sexy in these, or what?" She inquired with glee. "A little tight, but totally amazing, right?"
You let out a sigh. "Yeah, Ashley, they're great on you. Now, if you could be a little more careful--"
Ashley laughed, cutting you off and clearly not hearing what you'd been trying to say. She merely scooped you up and deposited you back on the shelf.
"See, I told you we'd be the perfect team!" She beamed. "You're, like, an adorable little lifesaver here, Matt!"
You groaned. How much longer could this go on for?
1) Ashley's got loads more clothes to model for you. Your 'fun' has only just gotten started, and the fashion show continues.
2) Ashley leaves the stall to get more clothes, but in the short time she's gone another woman enters. The stranger doesn't see you, and begins to strip. Do you dare making yourself known to the woman and risk inciting her anger, or do you try to sneak out undetected?
3) Writer's Choice
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